Ciao Italy! You are so beautiful! I’m so happy to be here! 🇮🇹
so i know you’re sad a lot because life sucks and it’s hard to get through those times and i thought i could maybe make you smile with a dumb drawing of us, to help you somehow at least. *u* ((i’m so sorry that i can’t draw better than that but i just wanted to show you that i care and i hope you’ll feel much better soon, you deserve only the best u3u))
*hugs you and kisses your cheeks* <33333
oh my god yesim you made me cry (the very best kind of crying!!!!) you’re so thoughtful and sweet and this drawing is the cutest thing ever and really really thank you ❤ i’m going to save this and i’ll look at it every time i feel sad so i’ll feel better, and i’ll also look at it when i’m happy so i’ll be even happier. thank you again, i love you /)u(\ <3333
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For all of you fangirls out there!
Sophomore - Darren Criss
Not mine. Credit to Caron McGarvey
ohh yesim you sweetheart *U* ❤️❤️❤️
do not let the first sentence fool you! nothing happens to darren, other than a revelation. he’s fine, I promise. inspired by this episode of sex and the city, where mr. big has a heart surgery.
Darren is fifty-four when he has the heart attack.
“Specifically, a coronary artery spasm,” his doctor clarifies. “It’s when the arteries tighten and the oxygen-rich blood can’t get through to the heart. He’s pretty healthy, which indicates that this might have been brought on by too much stress. Combined with his family history, it’s definitely not unheard of. He should be fine within a few days, but we want to keep him here to assure there are no further heart complications.”
Too many years, Darren’s busied himself with work, running back and forth, attending, starring, singing, and dancing at too many events, playing for too-crowded venues, getting into too many different characters’ headspaces, stopping for and greeting every fan possible, surpassing expectations, skipping sleep, undeniably giving his all… His body is now adamantly telling him to stop. Just for a while. He needs to rest. To calm down. To take a damn break. But he wouldn’t be Darren Criss if he provided anything short of his best. So now, Darren lies on a hospital bed, weak yet stable, surrounded by his immediate family.
No one calls Chris. But Chris calls Darren, and Darren’s father picks up. Before Bill even begins explaining, Chris senses something is wrong. Why else would Bill answer his phone call?